📉 My portfolio is like a series with a bad script: you already know it's going to hurt, but you still watch.

When I was assembling it, I thought it was a collection of future gains.

But it turned out to be a collection of digital disappointments.

$BTC? It seems to still be alive.

$ETH? Pretending to be stable.

And everything else… lies there, like my dreams of a Lambo.

🧠 "HODL!" — they scream from all corners.

But every hold is like a nail in the coffin of my portfolio.

The psychologist asks where it hurts. I point to the chart.

💀 The question is not when the growth will come…

The question is how many more nerve cells and faith I have left that "this is all worth it."